"Look, fellows; here are a few live coals left here yet."
Dave and Tom joined him, staring at the embers in some astonishment.
"Yet there's no one here, and no tracks in the snow outside," observed Tom. "Say, if the tenant of this place can go over the snow without leaving a trail, it does look rather ghostly, eh?"
"A ghost wouldn't need warmth," Dick retorted promptly.
"Then what's the answer?" challenged Dave.
Dick shook his head, but went to one window after the other.
"No one left or entered here by way of the window," Prescott soon announced. "It struck me that Mr. Fits might have used a window, instead of a door, but if so, there'd be tracks under the windows."
"Mr. Fits hasn't been here at all," Dave replied, with a good deal of positiveness. "When we turned him out into the storm he went somewhere else."
"Then how about the ghostly noises, and the embers in the stove?" Reade wanted to know.
"Ask Dick," prompted Dave.